Clash of the Sky Galleons (The Edge Chronicles, Book 9; The Quint Trilogy, Book 3)
Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell
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Original publication same year in Great Britain by Doubleday.
THE QUINT TRILOGY, Book III
Quint is traveling with his father, Wind Jackal, on a mission to track down and bring to justice Turbot Smeal, the man who started the fire that killed their family. Having left behind his studies at the Knights Academy, Quint is now eager to learn what it really means to be a sky pirate and to learn from his father. But Wind Jackal is consumed by his desire to capture Smeal, amd his judgment is flawed. His actions endanger the lives of his crew and his son. As they travel from the taverns and the backstreets of Undertown and the wonders of the shipbuilders' yards to the dark dangers of the Deepwoods, Quint and Maris become separated from the rest of the crew. Finally, at the mysterious, ghostly sky-wreck in Open Sky, they discover the truth about Smeal.
village who knows where. This way, we get double our fee and Havelock here takes the wretches off our hands …” ‘“Not if I have anything to do with it!” I roared, suddenly aware that Smeal must have brokered a separate deal with the leagues. ‘Unsheathing my sword in a flash, I sliced through the tolley-rope that tethered the Galerider to Havelock’s Forger of Triumph, bellowing to Ratbit on the other side of the sky ship that he should do the same to the harpoon-rope binding us to the slave ship.
for those who worked in the factories and foundries nearby. Now, decades later, those same buildings had fallen into disrepair, and as the thick air squeezed its way down the narrow street, there was a neverending succession of curious noises - creaking timbers, slipping roof-tiles and groaning foundations - as though the fog itself was eating away at the buildings and hastening their decay. For the fogs that rolled in from the Mire on the westerly winds were notoriously dense. What was more, as
like Digit,’ Maris whispered. ‘You remember Digit, my little lemkin pet? He died last winter - and I still miss him …’ Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, one of the lemkins shot through the air, as if sky-fired, and disappeared into the shadows beneath a comb-bush. The bush shook violently, as though it was alive, and the air filled with a hideous wheezing sound. The other two lemkins raced up the nearest tree, making their distinctive whaa-iiii kha-kha-kha-kha calls of distress. ‘Run!’ Quint
fabric that rots in a season … I mean, do those high-hat leaguesmen think we hatched in an Undertown back alley? Downright cheek, I call it! ‘Not like the goods the sky pirates bring. Always the finest quality … But then, they take pride in their trade. Take this candle, for instance - beautiful quality, as fragrant as a forest glade and twice as golden! The only trouble with sky pirates is they won’t deal in slaves - not even if their lives depended on it. It’s well known. So you can imagine my
groups of two or three,’ said the woodtroll. ‘They’re where the tarry vine ensnares its prey. The tree itself will lie some way off, hidden. To find the bloodoak, Captain, we’ll have to hunt on foot. Only down there,’ Chopley pointed a stubby finger down into the depths of the forest, ‘can we hope to track it down.’ ‘More signs?’ Wind Jackal smiled grimly. The woodtroll nodded. ‘Small but important signs,’ he replied. ‘Vital signs!’ he added. ‘After all, our very lives will depend on them.’ His